Dwarfed in his executive chair, Kalvich was watching his stone intently, waiting. The pulse changed. It was time and he was more than ready. He glanced in the mirror sitting on his desk-an old wrinkled face stared back at him. It will not be for long, not if all goes according to plan. Though time was not relevant to him, he felt he had waited far too long.
He closed his eyes and squeezed the glowing stone.
The room, in all essence was white. Two large black overstuffed armchairs faced each other, as if contradicting the purity of the room. Kate sat in one, and in the corner of her eye she saw a movement, the figure of an old man gliding towards her.
She turned staring at the figure. "Cemel, is that you?"
He smiled and she noticed he hobbled towards her, the gliding was an illusion
